The receptionists brought the forms to the hostess: Akane brought the forms that Astrid and Yin signed, Buid brought the forms that the Hue-mans signed (Herring, Piros, Ratu and Violet), Goung brought the form that Faim signed, Jane Doe brought the forms that Chris and Shadow signed. The hostess looked quizzically at Shadow's signature before leaving the form to the side. "Jane, are you sure that S is her real name?" The hostess inquired.

"That is what the Indoraptor wrote before the pen broke." Jane responded.

I should've sent Patricia to get the name of that contestant instead. The hostess thought. "Guess that I'll have to figure it out myself." Natalie responded before Alma, the elven receptionist, brought Ryo's form. Then Geoffrey Murphy brought the forms that Annabell and Scale signed. Vilma Van Dyke brought the forms that June, Phixa and Stella signed. The hostess liked Phixa's nearly flawless signature, very nice, then she looked at June's cursive handwriting in her signature, cute, she furrowed her thick eyebrows when she saw the asterisk in Stella's signature. Seriously?... Who puts an asterisk on their last name?! The hostess pinched the bridge of her nose.

Patricia entered the office with the forms that Hwa Hae Ji signed, along with the forms that Alexandra, Mirror, Ryan, Breloq and Felin signed when they entered the stadium. The hostess smiled when she saw the forms. "You really outdid yourself this time." 

"I'm just doing my job, Mrs. Santos." Patricia replied as she placed her hand against her hip, smirking victoriously while the other receptionists looked at her.

"I need you to get the Indoraptor's name so that I can register it into the Auctorium's archive. Their names will be announced and televised in half of the dimensions that have advanced technology and I don't want any more setbacks." The hostess organized the forms before standing up from her desk.

"No problem." Patricia smirked before she walked out in stride. As she got out of the office, Samoht walked in with the form that Sora signed.

"Here is the form." He handed the form before the hostess took the form.

"You're late." The hostess said while she walked out of the office.

Johnathan, Glen and Adrian were getting ready to take on their roles for the tournament. Johnathan was wearing a marine colored suit as he adjusted his tie that had a color palette similar to the flag of his country, his blonde hair neatly combed as his chubby, bearded face beamed with a radiant smile. 

"Good luck out there." Glen said before covered his dark brown hair with a white cap as he wore a black and white striped shirt.

"Thanks, you too." Johnathan replied back before giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. Glen had a thin yet toned body so he recovered quickly from the love tap.

Adrian prepared the forms for the Gladatorium Tryouts as his robust hands aligned the edges of the papers before grabbing them and pressed them together.

"Leaving so soon?" Johnathan asked in mild curiosity.

"Yep, I'm preparing a back up plan." Adrian responded, but before Johnathan could prod any further, Adrian's angular frame walked out of the office where the staff members met during their breaks. He walked past the Luna sisters, Lizzy and Mia while they talked about things that sisters gush about, like K-Pop artists or aesthetics. Marie on the other hand, was in charge of surveillance, mostly she was focused on the dinosaurs that were hanging around in the halls, she zoomed in on Shadow, who was eyeing people's hands in a suggestive way before Adrian's silhouette passed by in an instant. 

The hostess was on the 5th floor when she walked down the arched hallway to the stairs, while Adrian was on the 4th floor, they both headed to the 1st floor. Adrian entered to his booth to prepare the Gladatorium Tryouts while Natalie headed to her office which was a restricted room reserved for authorized personnel only. She locked the door as she archived the names of the contestants one by one saving Shadow's form for later.

The receptionists returned to their posts while S Penumbra supervised what went on around the stadium and noticed that one of the spectators got lost, heading to the same hall that the hostess passed.

"Excuse me sir, this is a restricted area." S Penumbra reminded the fat spectator, his pale freckled face looking down at the supervisor.

"I'm just looking for the privy." Ruben lied.
"The what?" The supervisor asked.
"The privy, the loo, the porcelain throne. You know what I mean." Ruben clarified.

"The restrooms are out back, just turn to the right, walk down the halls and you'll find the stalls." She indicated.

"Thanks." Ruben II replied bitterly, before he turned around, nearly knocking her over.

"Rude!" She gasped.

Eleanor put on her blue blazer as she was in the women's restroom, after she got dressed for the part, she put on her favorite lipstick as she looked in the mirror, her brown hair coiffed in beautiful curls. She pursed her lips before she saw someone enter the bathroom, a winged woman with brown wavy hair and orange tips. Phixa went into one of the stalls to heed to nature's call. After Eleanor checked for any imperfections with her make up she took out her smartphone to take a selfie.

By the time Phixa was done, Eleanor was out of the bathroom to meet up with Marie. Jayshree entered into the women's restroom to mop the floor and change the tubes (of empty toilet paper) in case any of them ran out. Jayshree wore a white cap and a janitor's uniform while she mopped the floor, her brown pony tail whipped to the side when Phixa exited the restroom. When Jayshree went to check on the stalls that Phixa and Eleanor used, she had to use an air freshener. "What the hell did they eat? Chinese food? Ugh." Jayshree made a stank face before spraying.

"I'm telling you Geoffrey, out of the three competitors that I had to attend, the blonde bimbo was the worst. I gave her the directions to save her the trouble of finding the backstage and I get sass in return." Vilma vented.

"Poor you, you think you had a bad day," Geoffrey replied sarcastically, "at least you haven't dealt with a sadistic looking psychopath with a Grim Reaper cosplay. I'd like to see you keep a straight face around a guy that has a rape face wanting to claim your soul." He challenged her.

"If that's true, do you think he accepts cash to scare her?" Vilma asked him.

"Are you crazy?" Geoffrey asked incredulously.

"Crazy vengeful, yes. I want the guy to scare her, not kill her. I'm not breaking the rules by doing that silly!" Vilma bemused at the idea. 

"You could get fired for that, you know." He warned her.

"Like I care, the only stupid thing that blonde bitch did is to cross me. And she'll pay for crossing Vilma Van Dyke." She said nonchalantly.

"More like vindictive Van Dyke." He murmured.

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"There are a lot of people here." Annabell saw hundreds of people walking around the halls of the stadium.

"People from different worlds." Eros replied. 

"What are you reading?" Annabell asked before the silver haired wizard passed a brochure.

"About the stadium." Eros responded befor he passed one of the brochures for Annabell to read.

"Welcome to the Gladatorium Arena." The human evolution muttered. 

This arena is a masterpiece, existing seamlessly in its own dimension and its own world. In order to get to the arena, you must arrive at one of the designated locations listed on your pamphlet that every participating fighter and spectator will receive. Once at the designated location, participants and spectators will speak the magic word, which changes every event, and a portal will be revealed. You will want to be quick about entering the portal, however, as we try to prevent random people from wandering in.

In Natalie's office there was a tack board full of sketches of former competitors and spectators that violated the rules of the tournament. On her desk, there was a clipboard with the list of the names of the banished transgressors, on top of the list was Ares Magnes, a red haired man that was 7'1" feet tall. The sketch of his face was on the tackboard. As the hostess of this tournament, her main objective is to ensure the safety of those entering and leaving the stadium with a custom made password for all of the guests to return to their respective worlds safely.

Once you step through the portal, you will arrive at the planet of Isaeria in the Pandora Dimension.
"Isaeria? Stella, isn't that the name of your home planet?" Micah asked her.
"No, it's Izar. Isearia is a constellation near my home planet though it's kinda strange that there is a planet with a similar name." Stella stated as she read another page from the brochure.
The planet is a Pangea, a Supercontinent with lush forests, jungles, and lakes in every direction eventually leading to the one great mass of ocean that surrounds the continent.
"That explains why we got transported from Pangaea to here. This planet has a similar mass, density, and environment." Micah replied before she continued reading.

In the middle of the continent, deep in a jungle, in the middle of an ancient ruin, lies the Gladatorium Arena. Brandon checked the mechanics of the arena. Testing if it can still change its structure to accommodate magic users and average fighters. "Cryo," Brandon said as the arena turned into an icy stage full of pillars of ice and snow. "Terra," then the arena turned into a rocky terrain full of rocks and solid ground. "Métallo", then the arena turned into a metallic obstacle course full of conveyor belts, drones, fighting robots of various shapes and sizes, to the most humanoid looking to the most bizarre looking machine. "Psammo," then the arena reverted back to a large pit of sand.

This architectural marvel is the product of decades of hard work and engineering. It's a massive structure, standing five stories high and so wide that you can fit seven Viking longboats inside. The arena can comfortably seat around 100,000 with plenty of arm room.

"Faim, do you really think the Gladatorium is that massive? I mean, seven longboats it's really huge. Even larger than Lufn's ship." Eimy asked him. 
"I don't know how large this place is, but I do know that there is an Arena waiting for me." Faim replied.
"Why do I even bother asking you, you have your mind set on fighting the next bloke that comes in your way." Eimy commented.
"Speaking of fighting, where is the Gladatorium tryout? I wanna sink my claws unto my next prey." Faim and Eimy looked at Mewmi as if she was up to no good. "I mean, fight my next opponent. C'mon! Don't any of you have a sense of humor." Mewmi chided just as Ximo sneaked up behind them.
"Good luck kid, you're gonna need it." Uiwo said just as Ximo surprised Faim with a chokehold before giving the blonde a noogie. "Real mature, Ximo." Uiwo deadpanned, looking at his brother in disapproval.
"You failed Faim. You should be on your guard at all times." Ximo said before releasing him, "Good luck at the tournament. Fight the good fight." Ximo encouraged him before heading up to the second floor along with Uiwo to find their seats. 
"The stadium is not that massive, the D'or doc can store double the amount of longboats so this is nothing new." Dirlu responded after she read the brochure before she hiked up her long dress, revealing golden toe boots as she walked up the stairs.
"I better hurry before Dirlu hogs my seat. Faim, be careful." Eimy gave him a quick hug.
"Don't worry, I will." Faim muttered to her ear before they broke the embrace. Eimy then ran up to the stairs.

Chris and Tony had received the brochures and pamphlets that gave information about the Gladatorium, from the description of the stadium's infrastructure to the tournament's rules and regulations to ensure the safety of the spectators, competitors and staff members of the Colosseum. "We're safe now." Chris said.
"Now that we're here, what's the plan?" Tony asked him.
"I'll compete in the tournament while you stay on the lookout."
"That's it?" Tony asked him.
"Did you bring the gem?" Chris countered with another question.
"No, that gem is locked in the trunk where you left it." Tony replied with an accusatory tone.
"At least you know the password in getting back to our world, right?" Chris looked at Tony straight in the eye, almost like a glare but he was searching if his brother had at least a sliver of loyalty left.
"Yeah, I know the magic word, bro." Tony said before he moved his lips, Chris slightly squinted as he lip-read Tony, his younger brother pursed then tightened his lips while he mouthed the words Crisp Summer Sky as he backed away in a passive agressive gesture. On his way out he bumped into a fat ginger.
"Watch it!" Tony shouted.
"Stay outta my way, Flaven." Ruben II shouted back.
"Wanna fight?" Tony tugged his sleeve before the fat Cinnabarian headbutted Tony as he walked to the stall, preferably to wash away what he would like to call at the younger Venusian, "Flaven filth". Tony wanted to use his powers to make the fat ginger convulse and flop like a fish, if only Chris hadn't stopped him.
"Tony." Chris's voice cut in like a knife, dividing his attention between making him pay and following through what his brother sent him out to do.
"I'm fine." Tony brushed him off before leaving the stadium.

Ruben II entered into the men's restroom to wipe his forehead before he heard a flush from the toilet. A bearded man with sky blue skin and beard as he wore his orange visor. Ruben was miffed by what he saw in the mirror as he turned around to see that the man didn't have a nose, just two nostrils on his face. Ruben washed his face while Baci Llus washed his hands and took the brown paper towel, drying his wrists before crumpling it into a bowl and threw it into the trash can.

"I gotta find the other contestants, see ya!" Stella chirped.
"Later." Micah shrugged just as Baci Llus stepped out of the restroom. They both walked up to the second floor.

Once Micah and Baci Llus took their seats which was five rows behind the four humans that wore a crystal necklace.
"I can't wait for the match to start." Zack said, his eyes looking at the arena, his orange crystal necklace dangling as he leaned in to the balustrade his hands clutched on the top rail. 
"Easy Zack, we're only here for Sora, as soon as we find her, we're leaving." Thomas reminded him.
"No! I wanna see some action!" Zack whined.
"I hate to say it, but Thomas is right. We only came here to find Sora and if she's not here. There's no point in waiting for her to magically appear." Stacey stated before she made a hand wave to emphasize Sora's dimension hopping. 
María's brown eyes spotted a girl that looked similar to Sora, though she wasn't an Arivex, the girl wore a purple cloak and was walking alongside a white haired wizard. No, the girl had brown eyes and was an inch shorter. Sora's eyes were blue, not brown.
"I'm getting a snack." María said as she stood from her seat.

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Adrian opened the booth and put on the banner of the Gladatorium Tryouts in bold capital letters with a sign that said Officially OPEN. It brought the attention to some of the guests, including Chris who was one of the competitors. Saki Chong Soo was the first to sign though she casted a rune to give her vision. Her tawny hand scrawled her signature. As she left a man with a musket came to sign for the tryout. Felix signed his name with sharp edges, insinuating dominance. Then a Chinese woman signed her full name first in Chinese calligraphy, then with the Roman letters Yuhua Hong. Though she was known as Hong. Chris walked to the booth and signed his name before Tony returned with a blue luggage, inside of it held a brief case that contained a large gem. "I brought what you asked." Tony rolled with the luggage.
"Good." Chris raised a hand over the luggage and a faint pastel blue light came out from his hand before the luggage disappeared.
"You made me take out the gem for this?!" Tony mock-gasped indignantly.
"If that bothers you, would you prefer to drag the luggage around for the others to see?" He asked him bluntly, maintaining a professional tone.
"You have a safely secured, heavily armed spy car with advanced AI for crying out loud." Tony retorted.
"Even advanced technology can get hacked." Chris countered. Tony tsked and crossed his arms before he looked at the banner.
"Gladatorium Tryout? Didn't you already sign up at the reception?" Tony asked him.
"Yes, I did. This tryout is another thing entirely." Chris dismissed.
"Bro, I know you, you're a freaking workaholic. I know you signed up for this event to clear your head about daddy dearest. Multi-tasking is not gonna keep you afloat, on the contrary, it's gonna give you a lot of setbacks. I don't wanna rain on your parade, I want you to put a rain check on one of the two forms that you signed up for. This tournament, no matter how big it is, it's gonna crumble once this endeavor turns south. If this endeavor turns south, knowing you, no matter how prepared you are, there's a part of you that won't take no for an answer." Tony warned him before he walked away.